Wake. Work. Sleep. Repeat.
The sun still rises,
but never for me.
Trapped in a cycle,
no control,
just noise and numbness.
The world has bled me dry.
A ghost dragging through a hurricane,
rain slicing skin,
wind like chains.
I scream into the void—
but silence answers.
And time moves on,
uncaring.
Digging a hole
deeper, darker—
the only path I know.
Life flashes past,
I wish
it would just
slow down.
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Author:
Jodie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2025 14:56
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Tired of life's routine this poem speaks of wishing for a slower life. Nicely said
There are ways out. For me, it started with being made aware that one can dream from instead of dreaming of.
Hello,
This poem gives insight on how most or many people are doing their clockwork all the time. Even if some of us will say or write there is no such thing as time and space we all have been guilty of limiting ourselves. Dont we all wish for changes and how wonderful it would be if we didnt have to face this clock all the time!
Wanting a change from the frantic pace and the routine of daily life, a chance to just chill, enjoyed the read
'I scream into the void—
but silence answers.'
So, there is not even an echo. The words don't even come back. It's silence.
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